idk i wanted to try something else

anonymous asked:

spideychelle prompsoal headcanons!

ahhh, hello! sorry it took me a while to write these ones. i fell asleep and also prom is such a funny thing. bUT. here are some headcanons :)

  • peter’s a bit worried about prom. not because it’s prom or because it’s supposed to be this huge high school thing that you remember for the rest of your lives.
  • that’s actually what he’s worried about
  • last time he went to a school dance? not the best experience. homecoming sophomore year was one of the worst days of his life. not only did he have to leave behind liz allan, the girl of his dreams who turned out to have a villain as a father, but he also had to fight said father and almost died while doing it.
  • he still wakes up some nights, screaming out as the building falling on top of him disappears. his screams turn to tears as he stares at the bottom of the top bunk bed and may comes in and holds him tight to her chest. it’s been over a year, but he still gets the nightmares.
  • so he’s not excited for junior prom. sue him.
  • ned’s been trying to convince him to go. the decathlon team is all planning on renting a party bus and heading over together. which, peter admits sounds fun. a part of him really wants to go. but he can’t shake this feeling that something will inevitably go wrong and his night will be ruined and the nightmares will never end.
  • and then mj asks him to prom. well, kind of.
  • it’s a boring wednesday during lunch, ned is still getting his food because he had to speak with mr. harrington after class. so it’s just peter and mj at the lunch table. (she sits across from them these days.)
  • “so, my parents have been asking me about who my date is for prom and i want them to stop, so can i just say it’s you?”
  • “what?”
  • mj groans, lifting her eyes from her book so she can roll them at peter. “my goodness, parker, for a genius you’re really dense. can you be my date to prom so my parents get off my back?”
  • and. he’s honestly stupefied. because: “wait, you’re actually going to prom?”
  • “yes, peter. i’m allowed to want to spend time with my friends, you know.”
  • “yeah, of course, i just-” he doesn’t actually know what he thought. she did go to homecoming for the last two years, so it makes sense she’d be going to junior prom. but then: “wait, is this how you’re asking me to junior prom?”
  • michelle’s cheeks tinge slightly more pink and she looks back at her book. “i told you, my parents-”
  • “i know what your parents want, but what do you want?” he doesn’t know why he asks that. mj is his friend. has been for the better part of a year. she joins he and ned on their snack breaks and movie nights and study dates. he doesn’t want her to be his date to prom. he’s not even planning on going to prom. but then
  • “i mean,” she coughs, keeping her eyes trained on her book. “i guess it would be fun to go with you.”
  • his face lights up and he smiles all bright and wide. “you want to go to prom with me!
  • “no, i don’t!”
  • “that’s literally what you just said!”
  • “shut up, parker. that’s not what i said.” and she slinks further into her seat and scrunches her eyebrows together and she’s putting her head even further into her book and she looks so adorable. and, oh. oh. he doesn’t expect the sudden quickening of his heart or the flush that rises to his cheeks. he doesn’t like mj that way. he doesn’t, he never, they’re just friends.
  • and then ned plops down into the seat next to him and peter can’t say anything further and michelle is leaving before he can answer her and he feels badly because she looks disappointed. but he doesn’t, he didn’t even think about the possibility that he could have feelings for her in that way until like five minutes ago when she asked him to prom.
  • so, when their last period of the day rolls around, he sits next to michelle and scratches out a small note, which he hands to her when their teacher starts talking about the mitochondrial dna.
  • i’d say yes if you asked me properly.
  • when she finally looks up at him, shocked, he smiles and whispers, “you have to at least buy me dinner first, mj.”
  • she shoves him lightly and then pays attention to their teacher drone on and on for the rest of the day. she seems to have a small smile on her face but she doesn’t say anything else on the matter.
  • peter wonders for a brief moment if he’s messed this up and she’s decides to just ask someone else. and he tells himself he shouldn’t be disappointed because he didn’t want to go to prom anyway. but that was before he knew mj wanted him to be her date.
  • but then at decathlon practice the next day, michelle is grilling him on russian history around wwi when suddenly she asks: “true or false. on may 8, 2019, michelle jones asked peter parker to the prom.”
  • and
  • is she for real?
  • he looks around at all his teammates, who all have their eyes trained on him. they seem to be excited, sitting on the edges of their seats. they also must surely see the blush on his cheeks.
  • “uh,” he manages to get out. “true.”
  • he hears her whisper, “oh god.” and then ned comes in (and wait, when did he leave?) and he’s carrying this big bouquet of red roses. but as ned gets closer, peter can see that there are a few white roses in the mix. and the white roses spell out the word “prom”.
  • ned hands the bouquet to michelle and she walks over to peter. she won’t meet his eye as she hands him to bouquet and opens her jacket to reveal a shirt with a “?” across the middle.
  • and, peter is shocked. it’s been one day. did she already have a shirt with a question mark on it? how did she get flowers so quickly? she told the whole decathlon team without him knowing? how did she arrange this?
  • and then, sensing his confusion, michelle sighs. “my dad is a florist. i’ve had this shirt for years. logistics aside, will you go to prom with me, you loser?”
  • peter stares at her for a few moments, dumbstruck. and then he nods his head, smile growing when he hears the decathlon team cheer. mj smiles. she smiles in a way that’s small and as if she can’t help it. like she’s tried keeping it off her face, but the joy is too powerful.
  • so peter stands up and he hugs her tightly. her arms slowly wrap around his torso and the team cheers even louder. he thinks he hears flash yell: “get a room, you dorks!” but peter doesn’t care because he’s pressed up against michelle and her hair smells nice and it feels good against his face.
  • “thanks for asking me properly.” he whispers, moving so his face is smushed even further into her hair.
  • “thanks for saying yes.” and at this peter pulls back, and michelle looks so…vulnerable. and peter wants her to know he’s not going to hurt her. that she is giving him a gift by letting her walls down with him and he won’t ruin that.
  • “for you, anything.” and michelle punches him in the shoulder and laughs, calling him a loser. but peter just smiles. because michelle jones has a crush on him and she got him flowers and he’s going to go to prom with her.
  • wait until he tells aunt may.
More Foreshadowing?

Everyone who watches Voltron knows the writers enjoy throwing in hints whenever they can, and I may have just found another.

Remember this scene?

Of course you do.

It’s the iconic “Hey man” one.

And yeah, it’s a great scene, and the Klance is just prime, but something Lance said has me thinking there was more to it than simply a team bonding moment (and hella cool outro)

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AAAAA JUST WANTED TO SAY THANK U FOR 1000+ FOLLOWERS ;A; it the most i ever had h hh – This is also kind of a redraw of this,, hhhh ill try to be more active here,,, try being the key word hahaha

Kaltenecker not so funny? IDK??

This might be a reach BUT– 

Assuming it isn’t just random joke material and it’s an actual scene in the season, that Kaltenecker scene feels kinda off to me tbh. I would have thought he’d be playing the game with Pidge, but he’s by himself in the dark in his pj’s. Maybe Pidge is busy, maybe it’s nothing, and maybe I’m just reaching for nothing here?  

The way Allura an Coran were hovering around for Lance’s attention felt very much like they were trying to distract him from something. Thus, I’m finding it hard to believe they simply wanted a milkshake. Seemed like an excuse for something else to me. They were also nervous about it, too, like they might scare him off or something. 

AND Lance, despite this being a comic scene, felt very flat. When he exited the room (Pidge’s room? It’s her stuff and there is a lot of it) his hands were in his pockets, eyes closed and his shoulders hunched. We’ve seen him do that before when he approached Keith in season three in a emotionally heavy moment. And in normal instances where he might smirk or brag, his face was a dull ‘whatever’ instead. It seemed like a normal opportunity for him to brag and throw his confidence around in their faces, but he was very resigned, even when he smiled at them. 

Also, when the shot focussed on Allura and Coran they seemed ecstatic when he walked away. And not bc they’re getting a milkshake, but–by the way they watched Lance walk away then fist pumped together–they looked like they accomplished something. Like getting him out of his (Pidge’s?) room, for example? Like ‘hell yeah we got him out!’ But still a little like “WTF ARE WE DOING?” 

Lance just felt flat flat flat, (also very beautiful) just going along with what Allura and Coran wanted, and they themselves seem way too overly interested in the task. IDK. It just felt a fraction off. It could be related to his insecurities or it could be something else 'comic’ that’s been exaggerated eg. Blown off by a cute girl and feeling down bc of it etc etc. Something one dimensional like that, which I hope it’s not. 

I’m honestly imagining an entire scene right now where Lance is down and the entire team kinda just freaks like ‘wtf do we do?’ and make this game out of trying to get him out of his room like how they did the whole black lion scene in season 3. And Allura and Coran are smug bc they got him out? 

I stretch when thinking about these things. I could be completely wrong. I probably am. The whole thing though is that Lance hides his worries behind his personality. And the other two clips shown were serious and added to the plot. What if they showed this as another sort of masking of Lance’s issues? It’s funny, so we laugh, awesome, wow, but I’m a sucker for the fact that there could be serious undertones to this that might go unnoticed. 

Then again, Coran and Allura could have just wanted a fucking Milkshake. And everything I said here was pointless. They’re delish after all. 

Also these images were borrowed from @surferlance’s video from twitter, not mine at all.

i think you taste of
       falling. starlit and hot. something
       celestial. something human pretending
        — we’re really good at that.
       i want to devour. the essence of being is to
       eat. black holes in empty space to
       children born into more empty space,
       we’re all a testament of devour-ing. 
       ( verb. the act of consuming dangerously. )

and my
       teeth ache. i am something out of the
       dark in search of a light. for a completion.
       a contrast.
       i chose you. 
       you don’t have to choose me back. 
       remember, we’re really good at pretending. 

you taste like falling. 

i will ask two things of you 

first. leave me burning, midnight shrinking 
inside these bones when you pick yourself up
and put your parts back together and head
out. see, morning leaves out the worst in me. 

      i’m too full of everything.

and second. please

      leave the flowers. i won’t ask for 
      you. or your light that i will find spilled
      on the floor, scrapes of midmorning and
      afternoons. you’re a mess sometimes. but
      so am i. humans are good at pretending.
      sometimes, i don’t want to be. 

human, that is. or pretending. or good. 

sometimes i,
      just want the flowers. so please,
      leave them heavy there on the counter.
      tepid water reminds me of blood. leave their
      crushed petals, creased and dark with 
      use. i have want of them. i choose you but
      i want them. i will curl up around them.
      metaphors of one another. use, misuse. 
      ( flowers don’t grow to be harvested but 
               neither do hearts and i’m trying not to gnaw
               mine out of my chest for you. )
      i will burn, devour, pretend. and maybe
      the flowers can help with that.

so, please leave the flowers.

caleb lovelace. another untitled flower poem.


Toucannon popsicles!

Chocolate gelatin, strawberry gelatin, pineapple gelatin, yogurt (plain and strawberry)

Tips if you want to try making these:

- For black gelatin, you can apparently also mix a green-colored one with a purple one. The chocolate had a different consistency than the fruit ones and was tricky to work with so this might be a good idea.

- The yogurt adds a nice texture and makes the fruit gelatin opaque, which makes the separation between each color layer clearer. You could definitely substitute something else: milk, coconut milk…

- Add the thin black base layer while the pops are in the mold before you put the mold’s stick through, idk why I didn’t do that. Only put the mold’s stick through once all the layers are set or else the next color you add will pour down the hole and mess up the colors. (You’ll want to add it before freezing the pops to help with pulling them out once they’re frozen)

- Have the black gelatin set in a thin layer and use a straw + a cutting utensil to cut out the circle and duct at the base of Toucannon’s beak. Don’t try to pour in liquid gelatin. Just don’t.

- I painted the Toucannon faces with liquid food coloring to make sure it was safe!


Friendship does not equal straightness. 

Friendship does not equal straightness. 

Friendship does not equal straightness. 

As someone who is asexual, and even before I figured out I was asexual, it’s exhausting and tiring being labeled as bad or scum because you see two or more people in a close friendship or platonic relationship. 

Friendship and platonic love for some many years was, (and to an extent still is) seen as, for many straight people, a childish thing that you eventually grow out of because the “real” relationship and commitment comes from a romantic or sexual relationship, or for gay people, an aggressive silencing of healthy gay relationships by media underneath the “no they’re just friends” category. 

This is exhausting. 

It’s annoying. 

It’s stupid. 

But because I want to explore the platonic relationship between two people, especially within fandom, it doesn’t equal “omg gal pals!” It doesn’t equal “omg they’re straight!” It doesn’t equal “omg they could never ever be together because ugh that’s just gross.” 

It equals “as someone who highly values the closeness of friendships and platonic relationships, I want to see that reflected in stuff that I enjoy.” And now that I’m on my journey of coming to terms with being asexual and sex repulsed, it’s even more important than ever. 

If you don’t like someone seeing people as friends or even ace, that’s your thing. But accusing someone as homophobic or anything else  because they want to see themselves or how they see the world represented is never okay. 

The media may show friendship, but it’s not my kind of friendship. 

my girlfriend and i have been trying to get jobs for the last few months and now that my foot is broken and won’t be able to walk on it for another month getting a job isn’t even an option at the moment

bc of that we’re struggling to provide for ourselves and it’s really tiring and stressful for the both of us so if y'all could send a dollar or something to my girlfriends venmo/paypal (both @linime) it would help so so much

What if Rick Riordan didn’t have to censor his writing for the kiddos? Just imagine Jason going “What the shit, Jackson” when Percy does something dumb, or dirty jokes by Percy & Piper, or everyone gasping the first time Frank muttered “fuck” under his breath when he couldn’t transform into the animal he wanted. Imagine Alex Fierro making up ridiculous insults for Magnus (dick-wad, ass-face, idk). Same with Sadie Kane calling Carter ridiculous things (but in a British accent), but also completely cursing out anyone else who dares to try to hurt him - I feel like she’d be a frequent user of “motherfucker”. A very angry poem by Apollo, god of poetry, that’s pretty much just a stream of curses at Zeus for making him human. Make it happen, Riordan

Guinea Chat: Official Taste Tester

Ao3 link

“CHAT NOIR!” The sudden call reverberating off of the brick and metalwork of the Parisian rooftops made Chat Noir fumble in midair before catching himself. Perplexed, he looked around frantically while trying to calm his racing heart to a less adrenaline-induced state. He finally spotted his friend, Marinette, waving her arms like a lunatic with a beaming grin. Hoisting himself to a positon where he could launch himself over, he landed with a light tap just on the inside of the railing and bowed with a grin.

“To what do I owe the pleasure and terror, Princess?” He grinned teasingly.

“I need a guinea cat,” she answered, steepling her hands with a strange look in her eyes behind them. “My parents wouldn’t work and it’s too late at night to call any of my friends and I just can’t wait until tomorrow to do this and-” Marinette broke for breath “-help me, Chat Noir Kenobi. You’re my only hope.”

Chat Noir burst out laughing. “How can I say no, Princess?!” he gasped out, hands on his knees.

She gave another beaming grin and did a fist pump. “Yessss,“she hissed lowly "stay here, I’m gonna go get it.” She hopped down to her room below while Chat evened out his breathing. Not long after Chat’s breathing had returned to normal for the second time in only a few minutes (so many emotions in one day, what would his father say?) Marinette returned, placing a tray of different colored cupcakes on the balcony before pulling herself through the skylight. Bringing the tray over to her guinea cat, she explained “I wanted to try making a new cupcake recipe to share with my friends at school. But I don’t want to make too many different flavors, so…” she thrust the tray closer to Chat’s watering mouth. You’ll probably need the extra calories jumping around those rooftops, right?“

Chat Noir grinned as he chose a cupcake. "I shall try to be a good guinea cat for you, Princess. What’s this one?” He asked, holding up his chosen treat.

“That one should be… chocolate with a matcha buttercream icing and a raspberry cream cheese filling.”

So it went, Chat would pick up a cupcake and Marinette would tell him what was in it before he took a bite.

“I think I’ll be rolling across Parisian rooftops rather than jumping across them, Princess,” he whined good-naturedly. “How did you come up with so many weird - but tasty - combos?! Some of those cupcakes finally made me understand the reactions to food in Shokugeki no Soma!”

She giggled and blushed at his earnest compliments. “I saw a lot of recipes online and requests over the years to develop some ideas of tweaks that might work. It makes me glad that most of them did seem to work out! So which ones did you like the best?” She asked excitedly.

“If I tell you, can I get some more the next time I’m patrolling?” He gave her a wicked grin.

“Maybe you won’t get to try any of the next batch if you don’t tell me.” Marinette deadpanned, the corners of her mouth lifting as Chat Noir panicked.

“No, no! I’ll tell you! The first one - chocolate/matcha/raspberry? - the vanilla/bergamot…? whatever one, the cinnamon/gingerbread thing from Christmas HEAVEN, and that-that flower one!”

Marinette breathed out a relieved sigh. “That flower cupcake was the hardest one to get right” she confessed. “But worth it if you think it’s one of the best 4!” She thrust both hands skyward in triumph. “If everything goes well at school with those flavors, you may just get some more to taste test, M. Noir.”

Chat groaned from his spot on her balcony chair. “My brain and stomach say ‘no’ but my heart and taste buds scream ‘YYYYEEEEESSSSS’” Chat made his voice as demonic sounding as possible.

Marinette giggled from behind her hands that failed to stifle the noise as Chat chuckled at her reaction. “I thank you and your stomach for your great sacrifice” she made her voice ridiculously regal sounding “I apologize for any inconvenience my request may have caused you… and your suit. As this is a school night, I must beg you to make haste home. Though not at the expense of some poor pedestrian below, I pray.”

“Your highness,” Chat played along, forcing himself to his feet “although the pain in my heart at leaving thee tonight is greater than even the pain in my poor, blissful stomach, I will do as begged. For the chance to eat such delicacies is worth any pain to my weakling stomach.” He stepped away with an overly dramatic bow before leaping away carefully, Marinette’s laughs following him through the air where her shout had bounced around earlier that night.


So many Marichat fics start with “Chat Noir?” And/or “what are you doing here?” In some form or variation. That didn’t seem to fit with them, so I wanted to try something else. I came up with the flavor combinations. The vanilla/bergamot is supposed to be a London Fog as a cupcake. I’ve heard of combining chocolate and matcha, but wondered about them with raspberry (idk, it sounds good to me). And there’s a bakery in France known for their flower cupcakes, so there’s that. (I think it’s in Nice, maybe?) (If anyone knows what bakery I’m talking about, I would appreciate the name and location so I can edit this note with it!)

If people would like a continuation, I’d be happy to. It’s just a toss up on whether Adrien reveals himself when she starts bringing cupcakes to class or if they get through more of these taste tests first.


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Big Hero 6!!!

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an idea

so this might sound a bit eager, thanks to a certain someone fueling the fire (imlookingatyoumark), but i was thinking about anti’s next appearance. i mean, i’ve been thinking about it for weeks, but mark’s video is what got me to really start thinking.

i know sean said that he doesn’t want to make anti show up too much (which is completely understandable; sometimes things need to take a break before they lose their appeal), but it’s also been almost exactly a month since we’ve last seen anti.

last time he talked to us, he told us that he was still in control, despite what we were lead to believe. he taunted us for dropping our guard around him before turning around to scold us for not paying attention to him after dark made his reappearance.

there are very few things that we know for certain about anti, one of them being that he literally thrives off of the attention that we give him. as long as we continue to react to him, he continues exerting control. the second thing, which is a little less certain but still there, is that sean’s not “dead.” at the very least, he can’t be.

in both videos, he’s called out to us, hoping somebody would help him. it could be that anti was merely fucking with us when that happened, but what if he wasn’t? what if that was actually sean but anti refused to acknowledge him in the fear that we’d stop paying attention to him?

if we’re going with the theory that anti came to take control after all the attention we were giving him, then we can’t exactly apologize for what we did. we deliberately went out of our way to let anti out and apologizing would be hypocritical. but what if there was a way to help sean? what if we redirected our attention on him, either forcing anti to, at least, acknowledge sean or allowing for a power struggle between the two of them?

i realize this might be a very stupid (or possibly entertaining idk) idea, but what if we rallied everybody in the community to focus on sean? like, for instance, we could change our profile pictures to the last time sean was technically “alive” (which would’ve been say goodbye? i guess, because he was alive before anti took control and forced him to kill himself) and start some ridiculous hashtag like #lethimout? sean might see this, see that we want to see anti again, and maybe come up with something with robin??

(i’m not going to assume he’ll immediately do this when/if he sees it, but my god, i would fucking lose it if he actually considered it?? and i’m sending this to you because you are the biggest anti enthusiast i know and i’m too scared to try a stunt like this on my own. like, i wanted to bounce my idea off of somebody else, but i don’t have anybody to discuss this with. idk, i kind of think it’s a stupid idea (mainly cause i don’t think it would work the way i’d like to see it work) but i also really hope that there are people out there that would consider this idea as well??)

trust me friend this is far from a stupid idea. i LOVE this so much

nutmegthings  asked:

With Elsewhere U, what might the fae think of cosplayers?

If the concept wasn’t explained to them explicitly, I think they’d look on it as yet another opaque human fashion, worthy of admiration for fine craftsmanship possibly, but not otherwise notable.

If you explained, they might expect the story.

           aim is discontinuing the international version 

some of you will probably not care but there are people who will be bothered by this. March 20th will be the last day for people outside of the United States to be able to use AIM on mobile - you will only be able to log in by going to the site itself - . i have had a lot a people in the past and even now who use the mobile app religously and this will affect them ; i’m sure some will be like, well you can always request the desktop site on google chrome. which is something you can totally do, but some do not want to go through that. below are some places you can relocate to if you haven’t yet or wanting too; some of these i do not have much knowleage on but im only trying to help.

kkt - kakao talk
yahoo messenger

im sure there are many, many more please feel free to comment more.

You’re My Forever

Request: Hiiiii I love your writing anddd more of Sidney Crosby pleaseeee

A/N: I think this was a request? IDK, I took it as one and wrote a little something. 

Word Count: 1245

Warnings: Cursing

You’ve been with Sidney, well since pretty much ever, and you really loved that he got to do what he loved for a living. You love the fact that the fans adore him almost as much as you do. And you don’t mind hanging out with everyone, celebrating a win. But sometimes you wish it could just be you and him. You don’t really have to do anything, in particular, you just want some time with him, where no one else is trying to get his attention.

After the most recent win, which not to brag but, made him a Stanley Cup Champion for the second year in a row. Back to back cups is amazing. You knew that you wouldn’t get much time alone with him for a while.

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The Language of Love

A/n: Hey, look! Content! Wow, it’s been awhile, sorry about that. As compensation have Spiderman fic that no one asked for. I dunno how much I like it but the idea was floating around in my head, so I did it. -G

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Does bad writing count?

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“Quésādīllās" you screamed as you and Peter walked down the hallway

“Oh my GOD WHY?!” he burst out laughing. It had become a tradition that you would walk Peter to Spanish and pronounce any food you could think of in the worst way possible.

“Tācos? Tāsos?” you started playing with the word

“I can’t believe you,” Peter sighed

“SHĪMĀSHĀNGĀS" you yelled as you passed Peter’s Spanish teacher who gave you the strangest look.

Peter list it and lightly slapped your arm

“Have fun,” you smiled as you walked to your class.

As soon as you found your seat, you pulled out your phone and read the texts he had sent to you. Apparently, his teacher wasn’t too fond of your yelling and was now telling Peter that if you two were to speak in Spanish in her presence, you were to pronounce it correctly.

Your teacher called your name and told you to put your phone away, so you quickly bid farewell to Peter and tried to pay attention to class. Truthfully it was hard to think of anything but Peter. You had known each other since you moved to town in the 6th grade since then you had developed a bit of a crush on him. You weren’t one to say anything about it especially after he started to tell you about Liz. You had done your best to not be disappointed when he told you they were going to Homecoming together and to comfort him when she moved.

The next day you two made your way to the Spanish hall.

“Give me a word,” you told him

“Like what?” Peter asked

“I dunno the first Spanish word that comes to your head,”

“What if it’s a phrase?”

“Then I’ll take the challenge,” you smiled

“Te Amo,” he told you

“Tē llama,” you replied instantly

Peter chuckled as you continued to walk him to class.

“Wait doesn’t that mean I love you?” your eyes grew wide

Peter just shrugged as he walked into his class.

You had an even harder time paying attention in Chem than usual considering your mind was racing with the fact that Peter Parker might like you back. You never thought he’d be the one to be forward with you about his feelings and you’d never speak up so it’d never happen but now. You had to stop yourself from racing to his class after the bell rang and rather than waiting for him to catch up with you, you found yourself walking into his class to find him, something you’d never done.

“So was that whole thing earlier just cause you couldn’t think of anything else or cause you know, you meant it?” you asked making him jump.

“What thing?” He smirked

“The te amo thing cause I googled it and I know it means I love you,” you huffed

“You had to Google it?” Peter chuckled

“I wanted to make sure,” you rolled your eyes “besides that doesn’t answer my question.”

“What question,” Peter played dumb

“God you must get to hang out with Stark more than I thought,” you replied, “do you love me or not?”

“I dunno,” he responded, “do you love me?”

“I swear I will kick your ass,” you said under your breath “If you like me I like you if you don’t this never happened.”

“Well then I like you,” Peter finally confessed

“Good,” you smiled “Wait really?”

He nodded, and you pulled him into a hug forgetting you were still in his Spanish class and that his teacher was watching you two.

“You’re going to miss the bus,” he reminded you

You held up a packet “I need help with my chem homework, and my parents won’t be home for awhile I might as well just go home with you.”

The boy chuckled “Usually you go to the place without parents,”

“Usually your aunt makes amazing snacks for us to eat,” you smiled as you both walked out of the class.


A/n: I have something else finished, but I don’t like it so Idk if it’ll ever see the light of day. The writing challenge is still p empty I think there are about 5 people in it? So if you’d like to try that out! -G

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FrUK/ FACE Music AU???

Okay guys hear me out I’ve been listening to all these EDM songs and this idea spawned…(Idk if someone else already thought of this but like bro, i really want to write something like this)

A FrUk Modern AU where both Francis and Arthur are rising DJs who are trying to one up each other by staying number one on the billboard 100 charts and there’s an intense rivalry between them since they broke out in the industry at the same time and media keeps trying to compare them to each other and every year on the Top 100 DJs list either one of them ends up being number 1. BUT then, one year, another new DJ threatens their number one DJ title (most likely Lars i.e. Netherlands) and they decide to collaborate on an album, and during their collaboration they hang out with each other a lot and they end catching feelings and essentially the entire album is about them crushing on each other and they end up dating.

And then what if they end up adopting Alfred and Matthew, and they end up going to the music industry too but maybe they diverge into different genres (I’m thinking Hip Hop/Rap for Alfred and Synthpop for Matthew) and they would be essentially that one family who are just musically gifted and I really want to see something like this happen bruh